(Roger Murrah - Scott Andres)      We didn't know that times were lean   Round our house the grass was green   It didn't seem like things were all that bad   I bet we walked a thousand miles   Chopin' cotton and pushin' plows   And learnin' how to give it all we had.      As life went on and years went by   I saw the light in daddy's eyes   And felt the love in mama's hands   They kept us warm and kept us fed   Taught us how to look ahead   Now lookin' back I understand.      Chorus:   We were walkin' in high cotton   Old times there are not forgotten   Those fertile fields are never far away   We were walkin' in high cotton   Old times there are not forgotten   Leavin' home was the hardest thing we ever faced.      --- Instrumental ---      When Sunday mornings rolled around   We dressed up in hand-me-downs   Just in time to gather with the church   Sometimes I think how long it's been   And how it impressed me then   It was the only day my daddy wouldn't work.      Chorus:   We were walkin' in high cotton   Old times there are not forgotten   Those fertile fields are never far away   We were walkin' in high cotton   Old times there are not forgotten   Leavin' home was the hardest thing we ever faced.      Chorus:   We were walkin' in high cotton   Old times there are not forgotten   Those fertile fields are never far away   We were walkin' in high cotton   Old times there are not forgotten   Leavin' home was the hardest thing we ever faced.      Chorus:   We were walkin' in high cotton   Old times there are not forgotten   Those fertile fields are never far away   We were walkin' in high cotton   Old times there are not forgotten   Leavin' home was the hardest thing we ever faced.      Walkin' in high cotton...